RESENTMENT

KAREN

I fumed inside when I heard people talking badly about Jay behind his back.

The popular saying of you never knowing when people would turn back against you in a matter of seconds for when things go wrong played in my head at such times.

These were people he might have in one way or another helped.

If only they knew even one thing about him… they would not talk shit about him.

Later when I visited Catherine, she looked pale. I knew immediately that something was amiss. But she would not speak about it.

“Did something happen?” I asked her.

She forced a smile. “Nothing is wrong, my dear. Now that I am approaching death, some days my body feels so weak and unable to do anything,” she said, smiling faintly.

“Don't speak of death so lightly. I know I'm not supposed to be getting involved in your life. But could you tell me why you have decided to not take the chemotherapy as your doctor suggested?”

“What is the use of living…” she shrugged and muttered under her breath with a s